National Song Songtext
von Nana Adjoa

You know how to shout and pray, and wave your pitchforks,
You know how to barricade your classroom doors,
You know your Lord, and how he′s awaited
You know this revolt of yours will never get old or antiquated

You know the words to your national song
You know the melody,
And you ride it along
You know you don't feel, feel it at all


You know the drill, drilled to belong
You know your opinion, and you know how to sell it
You know all your life you′ve been living on credit
But you don't know the value of the cards you've been dealt

You know the words to your national song
You know the melody, and you ride it along
You know you don′t feel, feel it at all
You know the drill, drilled to belong

You know the words (words)
You know the melody (melody) You know the drill, drilled to belong